Neighbors

Scene 26:

She had fallen asleep before she could even kiss him goodnight, physically and emotionally exhausted from everything that had happened between them. She woke up late, the sun shining through the window, when she noticed three things. One, she wasn't alone, Oded still slept next to her, his arm heavy over her waist. His body was warm and she could feel his breath on her neck and shoulder. She smiled remembering her image last night of what it would be like to wake up next to him, reality even better than her fantasy.

Second, she was naked, she had never slept this way and she blushed when she realized how much of him was touching so much of her. She had shocked herself last night, his boldness pressing every boundary she had. She had even let him leave the light on, a first for her, amazing herself with how much it heightened her experience to be able to see him touching her and knowing he could see her response.

And finally, third, she saw the bracelet. As she tried to turn under his arm she had brought her hand up to her pillow and was stupefied to find the gold around her wrist. She lay still for a long time, her wrist on her pillow beside her, looking at it, almost afraid to move or touch it, in case it wasn't real. She felt him stir behind her, pulling her waist closer to him as he bent his arm around her and she stiffened unconsciously, tears spilling onto the pillow. Her movement had finally roused him, and he leaned up over her, all warm and sleepy to see if she was awake.

He saw her looking at the bracelet and the tear sitting on the bridge of her nose before it spilled onto the pillow with the others, and he frowned. He leaned down to kiss her shoulder, then reached across to take her hand, rolling her onto her back, partially underneath him to look at her face. When he did, she reached up around his neck with both of her arms, and hugged him tightly, pulling herself up against him, burying her face in his neck. She surprised him, and his arms faltered under her weight hanging from him, he dropped to his elbows, her head hitting the pillow.

She looked up at him, smiling through her tears. " 'ded, I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he smiled down at her, now realizing how happy she was. "I'm glad you like it... now you'll always remember our first night together."

"Like I could forget it..." she teased him, becoming very aware of his physical presence, and again of the lack of clothes they both wore.

He rolled onto his side, pulling her wrist up to inspect it more closely. "It's a good fit for you, it's bold and strong, like you are." He kissed her wrist softly.

"What do you mean bold? I don't think I'm bold."

"Xatixa, have you already forgotten last night, I believe you are plenty bold." He teased her, running his hand now along her ribs, touching her breast with his fingers. She shivered under him, going wet between her legs immediately. She smiled and kissed him gingerly, aware of how awful morning breath can be. But he obviously had no intention of letting a little halitosis dissuade him, firmly kissing her as he caressed her brazenly under the covers.

"Mr. Fehr," she almost whispered, "I believe you plan to take advantage of me again."

"What was your first clue?" his sexy smile beaming down at her. She blushed and he laughed, clearly seeing that when she blushed, all of her blushed. He looked at her again, and saw the mischievous twinkle in her eye as she grabbed his ribs with her hands, pushing against him, trying to get him off of her. He laughed and she realized he was ticklish. She took a few more stabs at his ribs as he tried to fend her off, but tickling him was not her original intention.

She sat up kneeling next to him, holding his shoulders down to the bed, his hands on her elbows, the covers fallen around her waist. She knew she couldn't hold him down against his will, and he was letting her control the situation, taking the chance to get a full view of her breasts, which he admired obviously. She ran her wrist with the new bracelet across his chest and let her voice drop as she spoke. "It's only fair that I thank you properly for such a beautiful gift." He relaxed as she stroked his chest, then she felt him tense his stomach muscles as she dropped her hand lower. She reached under the edge of the covers, trying to hide her tentativeness, letting her fingers find his firmly erect manhood. He reached out to brush his hand across her breast as she turned, making the peak stand erect immediately. He tried to sit up, to take her breast into his mouth, but she pulled back from him, pushing him back down to the bed. He fell reluctantly, lacing his hands behind his head, leaning against the headboard as he watched her. She turned and pulled the covers further down, surprised again at the sight of him. She moved further down the bed, straddling his thighs with her legs as she looked up and saw the bemused look on his face. She reached up and took hold of him, firmly, as his hips came off the bed. She waited for him to recover, now the look on his face one of surprise and curiosity.

"You wouldn't let me do this last night," she said, her voice soft and feminine. He watched her as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, the wetness of her lips and tongue ungluing him. He hadn't expected this, and he fought to keep his ass firmly on the bed as she moved her mouth over him. She was inexperienced at this, and he knew it from the tentative way she explored him. He appreciated that she wanted to do this for him, but what he really wanted was to bury himself between her legs again.

He tasted salty, and a little sweet and she liked it, although she didn't really know what she was doing. She laughed a little as she realized what a truly poor job she was doing, and the feel of her teeth as she started to giggle made every muscle in his leg tense making her stop and she sat upright. She looked at him, innocence on her face and he smiled at her.

"Nice try sweetness, but you need a few lessons," he chided her.

She smiled, taking the teasing well, "mmm... well, there are a few other things I know how to do better." He raised his eyebrows at her challenge.

"Really?"

"mmm... really." And with that she worked her way up his legs, straddling his hips. Before he knew what she planned to do, she lifted her hips and embedded him deeply inside of her, gasping a little as she did so.

He looked at her, shocked. "What about foreplay?" he asked. His voice an octave higher than normal.

She giggled and ground her hips against him, making him squirm under her. She held up the bracelet draped around her wrist. "This is foreplay enough."

He smiled at her, and tempting her, he raised his hips a little, pressing himself deeper into her. Again she gasped, close to an orgasm herself, and she pulled up a little off of him.

"No?" he teased her, watching her reaction.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Fehr." She dropped her hips back down onto him, and ground hard against him, making him groan and clutch at the headboard. She smiled and slowly starting moving on top of him. She slowly circled her hips as she moved up and down, making him hiss with pleasure. She ran her hands up her own body, covering her breasts with her hands as he watched her, until he leaned forward dragging her hands away and she fell on top of him. She caught herself with her hands on the bed and felt his mouth on her breast, pulling hard at her, his hands now pressing her hips against his. She let him have his way with her for a few moments, and as he leaned back again she caught his mouth and kissed him deeply. "Good thing, we both need to brush our teeth." She laughed.

"Are you trying to ruin the moment?" he asked her, arching his hips under hers again.

"Absolutely not," she groaned in response, again grinding herself down on top of him. He let his head drop back to the pillows and helped her support her weight by placing his hands on her ribs while she continued to build the pace for them both. This morning it didn't take long for both of them to reach their climax, and she fell, tired but satisfied onto his chest. Kissing him gently on his collarbone, as he stroked her back, she lay still, feeling the pulse in his neck slowly return to normal, still able to feel him deep inside of her. She laughed when she heard him blowing at her hair, trying to move the few loose strands that always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She looked up, running her hand across her hair, tucking hairs behind her ears and saw him beaming at her.

Finally, propped up on her elbows, she rolled off of him, leaving him groaning in mixed satisfaction and frustration at losing contact with her. She found herself tucked into the corner of his arm. " 'ded, thank you for the bracelet."

"You are welcome." He breathed a sigh of contentment.

In her next breath, she announced. "I'm starving. We need to eat some breakfast."

He laughed looking over at the clock. "Well, we should be hungry after all that exercise. And it's after 10:00." She poked him in the ribs, making him gasp and roll away from her as she climbed out of bed looking for something to wear. She grabbed clean underwear and a T-shirt, kicking her skirt into the corner of the room from last night and tossed his boxers at him, going in to brush her teeth and then ready to head downstairs.

He followed her down having put back on his faded bluejeans, his chest still bare. She was cutting up a melon she bought at the market yesterday. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She purred and rubbed against him. "I need coffee," he groaned into her ear. She handed him the coffee beans and filters and he made it himself. "Tell me we are having more than fruit," he hoped.

"What else would you like?" she asked, never really a big breakfast eater.

"Pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, sausage...take your pick..." he offered, "I thought you were starving, I am!"

She laughed, "Okay... but I'm not sure I have any of that in my kitchen."

"I do, let's go eat at my place," he offered grabbing the coffee and the bowl of melon in front of her. "Besides, then I can brush my teeth."

She had picked up his shirt, that they had left on the top step last night, and her sweater which they had left on the bottom, laying them both on the couch when she had come down. He was already in the living room putting his shirt on, but leaving it unbuttoned. She had followed him out, "Why don't I get cleaned up and I'll meet you over there."

"Un, uh, come with me now," he pulled her close.

She unwrapped herself, walking him to the front door, "Go, I won't be long." She opened the door, letting him step out in front of her. He turned to kiss her, deep and long, twisting his hand into her hair to hold her to him as she tried to push him away, finally resorting to grabbing his ribs which made him bend at the waist releasing his hold on her. She smiled at him, "I promise, I won't be long."

"I'll start breakfast, what do you want?" he asked, tweaking her nose with his thumb.

"You pick," she offered. He smiled and turned bending to grab her Sunday paper, she reached out and pinched his ass, making him jump, she couldn't resist. She giggled and took the paper from him. He headed down the stairs, still barefoot, his hair still unbrushed, a huge smile on his face. She went back inside to quick shower and get dressed.

As Oded approached his door he looked up to see someone standing beside it. It took him a second to recognize Bethany from work, but still he couldn't remember her name. He quickly looked back over to Abby's door wondering what Bethany had seen, knowing she had likely seen all of it. He ran his hand through his hair, and sighed realizing it was impossible to hide any of it, barefoot, shirt still unbuttoned. "What are you doing here?" he asked, the irritation in his voice apparent.

"We've been trying to get a hold of you," she answered him. There had been a problem with some lost footage from last week's shoot and they needed him to come reshoot a scene as soon as possible to send to the editors. His assistant Cheryl had tried all day yesterday to get a hold of him to no avail. When he didn't answer his home phone this morning they decided to send someone over to find out if he was okay, Bethany had immediately volunteered. She knew he had plans with Abby for Saturday, having heard the flower order earlier in the week. She had tried all week to come up with a way to interrupt his plans, failing to pass on Abby's message hadn't had any effect at all. Every time this week she suggested he join the group out for drinks had fallen on deaf ears, he had absolutely no interest in any of it. Out of desperation Bethany had been the one to purposely loose the film, a last ditch effort to ruin his weekend plans, knowing they would call him into work. But then he had been unreachable. She had failed, and now she stood on his doorstep, watching him come out of her door, obviously after being with her all night, undoubtedly fucking her, she knew.

Oded had purposely left his cell phone at home yesterday, not wanting anything to interrupt his day with Abby. "Why, what happened?" he asked her, buttoning his shirt, feeling Bethany look him over, and suddenly he got very self-conscious. She explained the problem, and that they needed him at work. He swore, looking back at Abby's door again. "Fine, tell them I'll be there in less than an hour." He didn't invite her in, stepping aside, waiting for her to step past him down the stairs. He didn't even watch her go, opening his door and quickly closing it behind him. He was obviously pissed. She smiled a little, still fuming about what she had witnessed a few minutes ago between them, but now pleased with herself that she had at least ruined any plans for today they may have had.

He headed upstairs to shower, pissed about the problem at work, knowing he wouldn't get to see her now. He had imagined the two of them, together all day, maybe spending most of it in bed, her wearing nothing but her new bracelet. He hit his fist against the tile wall in the shower, then sighed, knowing he didn't have any other options. He pulled on clean clothes and went downstairs grabbing anything he could find to eat. Disappointed, he opened the door to go tell her the bad news.

She was standing there, about to knock when the door opened in front of her. She saw the look on his face and took a step back. His expression was dark and it startled her. When he saw her he stopped, tried to smile, but then frowned again, turned and walked back into his living room, not saying anything. She followed him, clueless about what had caused such a foul mood. "I don't smell breakfast," she said.

He flopped down in a chair, his long legs splayed in front of her. "I have to go to work," he bemoaned, spitting out the last word. He leaned forward, putting his head in his hands.

"What? Why? It's Sunday."

"I know, there was a problem with last weeks film. Apparently they tried to find me yesterday, now I have to go in and fix it," he looked up at her, his hands still framed on his cheeks, his elbows on his knees.

"I see..." she answered quietly, looking at him, knowing he wasn't any happier about it, than she was. "Well, if that's the way it has to be, such is life," she tried to appease him, her voice more lilting. "We'll do breakfast another time."

"You know that's not it," he frowned, again dropping his head, rubbing his hands through his hair roughly. He stood up and walked over, putting his head on top of hers, as he pulled her against his chest. "Once the week starts, we won't get to see much of one another again... think of how hard last week was, this was our one chance..." he didn't finish the sentence.

"I know," she sighed, "but there's nothing to do about it. You have to go..." she stepped back from him, patting his chest with her hand, "maybe it won't take that long." She knew that wouldn't be true.

They walked towards the door. "What will you do all day?" he asked.

"I don't know... work on my lecture for class, they start tomorrow. Maybe go up to lab. Call my mom. Go swimming, or on second thought maybe take a nap. I'm rather tired for some reason," she chuckled, "I have lots of things to keep me busy." He didn't say a word, as he fumed. She took his hand as she opened the door. " 'ded... " she looked up at him, as he brought her fingers to his lips, "I'll wait up for you."

He looked down and saw those gold flecks again. He cursed, the Hebrew spilling from his lips. She was laughing. Finally, he said in English, "Of all the days," as he shook his head. "I will call you as soon as I know anything about how this will work out." He closed the door behind them, his car keys in his hand. He bent to kiss her goodbye, holding her lips as long as he could. She finally turned her head, her cheeks flushed with color, regretting as much as he did that he had to go. She stepped down as he followed her, unlocking his car, watching her walk back up the steps to her place. He climbed in and she watched from the door as he started the car and pulled out, waving to him. He honked once, waved to her and was gone.

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Neighbors - Chapter 27